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  <title>Comments on 'Into The Storm'</title>
  <subtitle>Simon entered the storm at a run, just as the Apocalypse vanished. A stroke of lightning brighter than the surface of the sun flashed towards him, but Simon showed it what he'd written on his hand with a Sharpie he carried, right after War had left him.

The lightning bolt didn't like it, and struck something else instead.

He muttered the _Saying Of The Kestrel_ while sticking his fingers out and curling them like a bird-of-prey's talons, and he was airborne, buffeted sideways on the wind until he told it the _15th Secret Of Xun Zhihui_ and now that wind _liked_ him, lifted him and cradled him and told the other winds -Simone- had wrought to stop bothering them, Simon was _his_.

He was over and in front of the demon he'd wrought. She was on her knees, holding herself, curled like a supplicant.She snapped her head up and snarled.

&amp;quot;You can go home peacefully, you gorram bitch, or I can send you home the hard way.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Fuck you,&amp;quot; she spat. &amp;quot;I'm your fucking god, now. Your soul is mine.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-10-15T19:21:44Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Into The Storm</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was impressed by the closing dialogue. That was quite an exchange.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-15T19:21:44Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Alexa &#9829;</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Into The Storm</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Excellent work, Howie.  I have likewise always had trouble with writing the magic part, but you got it nailed down.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-14T23:21:14Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Into The Storm</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love your take on Simon&amp;#8217;s magic. It&amp;#8217;s something I&amp;#8217;ve always struggled with: how do you make the oftentimes dry rituals of ceremonial magick and make them as exciting as a Doctor Strange, and  make it feel &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; at the same time? You&amp;#8217;ve got writing magic down pat, Howie.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you&amp;#8217;re reading my mind; that Sharpie on the hand trick was something I thought of as well, but never got a chance to fit it in somewhere. Excellent work.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-14T17:39:58Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars</name>
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